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The Wager of Master Samwise
Title: The Wager of Master Samwise (Ring Around the Merry, Part I Universe)
Author: Celandine Goodbody
Email: CelandineG@aol.com
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash content, violence, angst
Pairing: M/F
Category: Slash, AU, angst
Feedback: Yes
Summary: Merry creates a diabolical bet to prove to Sam that he has broken Frodo completely.
Disclaimer: The author claims no legal rights to the characters, settings, situations, or other characteristics that are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, their licensees, or others and no copyright infringement is intended. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money or other remuneration is sought or received.
Copying: This fanfiction is available only for the private enjoyment of RATM readers. Please ask permission before copying or re-posting elsewhere.
A/N: This alternate slash RATM story takes place after Merry has broken Frodo’s will. He wants Sam to believe it completely so he will lose hope and give up his opposition to Merry’s plans. Many, many thanks to Emma, my light of Earendil, for her wonderful support and encouragement—and for letting me *play*. –Celandine
The Wager of Master Samwise
An AU Slash RATM Chapter
By Celandine Goodbody
“No, Merry,” said Sam, glaring at him. “Mr. Frodo is tired and weak because you have tortured him…and hurt him! But he will always be Mr. Frodo Baggins, the smartest, kindest, and most gentlest hobbit in the whole Shire and nothin’ you can ever do will change that. Period.”
“Oh, Sam, you are such a treat.” Merry smiled at the gardener, tied to the chair, hand and foot. “And so loyal.” He raised his eyebrows. “I wish you were mine.”
“Never!”
Merry laughed out loud. “No, I suppose not. But it doesn’t matter, my dear. I have what I want.”
Sam’s voice was low and menacing. “No! You don’t own Mr. Frodo and you never will!”
Merry turned on his heel and walked a few paces away. He clasped his hands behind his back and turned around. “Mr. Gamgee, would you like to make a small wager?”
Sam’s glare never lessened. “What do you mean?”
“A wager. A bet, Sam. A bet on your Mr. Frodo.”
“Mr. Frodo is my master and my friend, Merry, I would nev…”
“Sam, here is the bet.” Merry walked back and loosened the ropes holding Sam’s arms to the chair.
Sam immediately untangled himself from the slack cords and rubbed his wrists, feeling like he could tear the very skin off, it was so painful. He looked up at Merry, his eyes bright.
Merry smiled. “Ah, so I have your attention.”
“Aye,” said Sam, pursing his lips. “That you do.”
“Good.” Merry called for his younger cousin. “Pippin!”
Pippin appeared almost immediately.
“Set up the whipping post that we brought back,” said Merry softly.
His cousin gasped. “But he’s only just healed!”
Merry’s eyes never left Sam. “It’s not for Frodo, Pippin, just do as I say.”
Pippin stared at Sam for a moment, then he nodded. “Yes, Merry.”
Sam’s eyes were widening in fear as he watched Pippin run out the door.
“No, Sam, don’t worry,” said Merry. “I will not touch you.”
Sam took a deep breath, still staring out the door.
“And neither will Pippin.”
Sam looked at Merry with a quizzical expression and then the unthinkable began to form in his brain. “No.” The word was barely audible.
Merry raised his eyebrows. “No? Why Sam, I thought you were a betting man.”
Sam just stared at him
“You wouldn’t bet on your Mr. Frodo, your best friend…who is, after all, just fine?”
“He is just fine,” answered Sam, although with less bravado in his voice.
“Great,” said Merry as he bent down and untied Sam’s ankles. “Let’s make sure, all right?” He reached out to Sam.
Sam swallowed hard but he took Merry’s hand and let himself be lifted out of the chair. Merry put his arm around Sam’s waist and moved him toward the door.
“You’ll see,” said Sam, stumbling from his stiff joints.
But Merry only smiled as he whispered the terms of the bet into Sam’s ear.
***
Once outside, they found Pippin tying strong ropes to the ends of the hastily assembled whipping bar. Sam broke from Merry and went up to him. “Pippin?”
But Pippin looked away and busied himself with the restraints.
“You can still withdraw your bet, Sam,” said Merry. “I suspect the stakes will be rather high.”
Sam stared at his master’s dried blood covering the wooden bars and even the ropes. He stared at young Pippin Took who was looking to Merry for his next orders. Infuriated, Sam turned to Merry with a voice of steel. “Do you want me to remove my shirt?”
Merry laughed. “Well, it would save on the material.”
Sam glared at him while he quickly unbuttoned the shirt, pulled it over his head, and tossed it away. “Nothin’s gonna happen, Merry. Mr. Frodo would never hurt me no matter what you did to him. Of course, our friendship is something you will never understand…or experience.” With that, he turned and went quickly up to the bar, cringing a little as he placed his arms up against Frodo’s blood.
Pippin looked at his cousin.
“Well, DO IT!” shouted Merry.
Pippin flinched but he immediately began tying knots to hold Sam fast to the boards. When he was finished, Merry came up to them, his composure restored. He checked Pippin’s knots and nodded in approval, then he went around in front to face Sam.
“It’s not too late to change your mind, Sam.” He smiled. “This really hurts, you know.”
Sam raised his head as far as he could, tugging at the restraints. His glare never wavered. “You’re wrong, Merry, you’ll see.”
Merry shrugged, then turned toward the house. “FRODO-LOVE!”
Frodo Baggins appeared in the doorway. “Yes, Merry?”
“Come here.”
Frodo ran over to Merry. “What are you doing?”
Sam turned his head. “Mr. Frodo, I…”
“Frodo,” said Merry quietly. “Sam has broken the rules. He deserted you, just like everyone else in your life.”
“I never did no such thing!”
“Frodo,” Merry continued softly, his eyes never wavering from his cousin. “He hurt you and he has to be punished.”
Frodo cringed, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the bloody bar. “But…”
“No buts, Frodo.” Reaching in his pocket, Merry stepped closer to the ringbearer. He pulled out a small cracker and held it up. Frodo immediately opened his mouth and Merry fed it to him slowly.
“Thank-you, Merry,” said Frodo.
“You’re very welcome, dear. Now, I need you to do this…because you love me.” Merry put one hand on Frodo’s shoulder and the other on the back of his head, moving it forward. He then kissed his cousin sensuously on the lips. Without hesitation, Frodo opened his mouth and let Merry explore inside. His eyes were closed and his arms hung limp at his sides as Merry’s tongue devoured every inch of his mouth.
“I do love you, Merry,” Frodo whispered, after Merry had broken the kiss. “You are my only friend.”
Merry ran his hand slowly down Frodo’s cheek and around the back of his ear. “What else, love?”
Frodo opened his eyes. “You helped me to understand…things...about myself.”
“Go on.”
“That I am unworthy, that everyone has deserted me, that I am alone except for you. I am branded and you…own me. I am your whore.”
“NO!” shouted Sam.
“And who has deserted you, love?” Merry whispered intensely as he trailed his hand up to the sensitive tip of Frodo’s ear. He lingered there caressing it with great attention.
Frodo shivered with pleasure. “Everyone, Merry. My parents, your parents, Bilbo, Gandalf…”
“Who else, Frodo?”
There was a brief silence punctuated by some bird calls from the nearby woods.
“Who else, love? You remember.” Merry leaned over and kissed Frodo again. “I know you do.”
Frodo’s eyes widened and Sam could see a blankness there, the sparkle and ready intelligence he had always known were gone, the pupils merely pinpoints. He wriggled his hands against the ropes but they held fast.
“Sam,” said Frodo softly. “Even Sam deserted me and left me here to die.”
“NO!” shouted Sam. “Frodo, NO!”
“But, my sweet,” said Merry, “you’re not going to die. Your Merry loves you and will take care of you forever.”
Frodo stared at Merry and his lips curled up into a strange, crooked smile not mirrored in his eyes. “I know.”
“And you promised,” Merry traced his fingers along Frodo’s lips, “that you would obey me in all things.”
“Yes,” whispered Frodo. “In all things.”
Merry sighed. “Pippin, run into the kitchen and get us a basket.”
“Yes, Merry.” Pippin took off immediately.
Merry put his arm around Frodo and led him to Sam’s exposed back. He picked up the braided leather whip and stuck it in his waistband, then he grabbed Frodo’s weskit and pulled it off. He folded it nicely and laid it on the ground. “You get rather heated doing this, Frodo; and besides, you’ll need a full range of motion.” Merry pulled the whip out of his waistband and cracked it in the air.
Frodo stared at it, his large blue eyes growing wider and more unfocused.
“MR. FRODO!” Sam yelled, trying to twist his head around. “It’s your SAM! It’s ME!”
“Hold out your hand, Frodo,” said Merry patiently.
Frodo reached out and Merry pressed the whip into his palm, closing his fingers tightly around the handle. Frodo looked at Sam and then down at the whip.
“MR. FRODO!”
Frodo shuddered and turned to Merry with tears in his eyes. “But Merry…”
“I know best, love.” Merry leaned over and gently wiped the tears from Frodo’s eyes. “And you promised, remember?”
Frodo looked at him, the tears gone, his eyes a bit unfocused. “Yes, Merry.”
Merry smiled and tousled Frodo’s hair as he looked over his shoulder. Pippin was coming out of the house with the basket.
“Come, Pippin,” he said.
Leaving Frodo where he was, Merry walked around to face Sam, grinning at the gardener with all the sadistic pleasure in his soul. “Don’t fuck with me, Sam.”
Pippin trotted up to Merry looking nervous. He tried to smile at Sam but failed.
“Pip,” said Merry, cheerfully. “Let’s go pick some berries down by the creek. Maybe you can bake us a pie for dinner.” He took a few steps towards the woods and Pippin followed, swinging the basket nervously.
“Frodo,” Sam whispered, his voice cracking, his eyes tearing up. “Please, it’s me.”
Merry looked back over his shoulder at Frodo, who had not moved from his position behind Sam. “Twenty-five lashes, Frodo, as hard as you can lay them on. Do it for me, love.” He didn’t stop to see if his orders were obeyed but instead disappeared into the woods with his arm around Pippin.
Sam closed his eyes and held his breath.
Frodo raised his arm, swinging the whip high over his head. “Yes, Merry,” he said.
****
Author: Celandine Goodbody
Email: CelandineG@aol.com
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash content, violence, angst
Pairing: M/F
Category: Slash, AU, angst
Feedback: Yes
Summary: Merry creates a diabolical bet to prove to Sam that he has broken Frodo completely.
Disclaimer: The author claims no legal rights to the characters, settings, situations, or other characteristics that are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, their licensees, or others and no copyright infringement is intended. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money or other remuneration is sought or received.
Copying: This fanfiction is available only for the private enjoyment of RATM readers. Please ask permission before copying or re-posting elsewhere.
A/N: This alternate slash RATM story takes place after Merry has broken Frodo’s will. He wants Sam to believe it completely so he will lose hope and give up his opposition to Merry’s plans. Many, many thanks to Emma, my light of Earendil, for her wonderful support and encouragement—and for letting me *play*. –Celandine
The Wager of Master Samwise
An AU Slash RATM Chapter
By Celandine Goodbody
“No, Merry,” said Sam, glaring at him. “Mr. Frodo is tired and weak because you have tortured him…and hurt him! But he will always be Mr. Frodo Baggins, the smartest, kindest, and most gentlest hobbit in the whole Shire and nothin’ you can ever do will change that. Period.”
“Oh, Sam, you are such a treat.” Merry smiled at the gardener, tied to the chair, hand and foot. “And so loyal.” He raised his eyebrows. “I wish you were mine.”
“Never!”
Merry laughed out loud. “No, I suppose not. But it doesn’t matter, my dear. I have what I want.”
Sam’s voice was low and menacing. “No! You don’t own Mr. Frodo and you never will!”
Merry turned on his heel and walked a few paces away. He clasped his hands behind his back and turned around. “Mr. Gamgee, would you like to make a small wager?”
Sam’s glare never lessened. “What do you mean?”
“A wager. A bet, Sam. A bet on your Mr. Frodo.”
“Mr. Frodo is my master and my friend, Merry, I would nev…”
“Sam, here is the bet.” Merry walked back and loosened the ropes holding Sam’s arms to the chair.
Sam immediately untangled himself from the slack cords and rubbed his wrists, feeling like he could tear the very skin off, it was so painful. He looked up at Merry, his eyes bright.
Merry smiled. “Ah, so I have your attention.”
“Aye,” said Sam, pursing his lips. “That you do.”
“Good.” Merry called for his younger cousin. “Pippin!”
Pippin appeared almost immediately.
“Set up the whipping post that we brought back,” said Merry softly.
His cousin gasped. “But he’s only just healed!”
Merry’s eyes never left Sam. “It’s not for Frodo, Pippin, just do as I say.”
Pippin stared at Sam for a moment, then he nodded. “Yes, Merry.”
Sam’s eyes were widening in fear as he watched Pippin run out the door.
“No, Sam, don’t worry,” said Merry. “I will not touch you.”
Sam took a deep breath, still staring out the door.
“And neither will Pippin.”
Sam looked at Merry with a quizzical expression and then the unthinkable began to form in his brain. “No.” The word was barely audible.
Merry raised his eyebrows. “No? Why Sam, I thought you were a betting man.”
Sam just stared at him
“You wouldn’t bet on your Mr. Frodo, your best friend…who is, after all, just fine?”
“He is just fine,” answered Sam, although with less bravado in his voice.
“Great,” said Merry as he bent down and untied Sam’s ankles. “Let’s make sure, all right?” He reached out to Sam.
Sam swallowed hard but he took Merry’s hand and let himself be lifted out of the chair. Merry put his arm around Sam’s waist and moved him toward the door.
“You’ll see,” said Sam, stumbling from his stiff joints.
But Merry only smiled as he whispered the terms of the bet into Sam’s ear.
***
Once outside, they found Pippin tying strong ropes to the ends of the hastily assembled whipping bar. Sam broke from Merry and went up to him. “Pippin?”
But Pippin looked away and busied himself with the restraints.
“You can still withdraw your bet, Sam,” said Merry. “I suspect the stakes will be rather high.”
Sam stared at his master’s dried blood covering the wooden bars and even the ropes. He stared at young Pippin Took who was looking to Merry for his next orders. Infuriated, Sam turned to Merry with a voice of steel. “Do you want me to remove my shirt?”
Merry laughed. “Well, it would save on the material.”
Sam glared at him while he quickly unbuttoned the shirt, pulled it over his head, and tossed it away. “Nothin’s gonna happen, Merry. Mr. Frodo would never hurt me no matter what you did to him. Of course, our friendship is something you will never understand…or experience.” With that, he turned and went quickly up to the bar, cringing a little as he placed his arms up against Frodo’s blood.
Pippin looked at his cousin.
“Well, DO IT!” shouted Merry.
Pippin flinched but he immediately began tying knots to hold Sam fast to the boards. When he was finished, Merry came up to them, his composure restored. He checked Pippin’s knots and nodded in approval, then he went around in front to face Sam.
“It’s not too late to change your mind, Sam.” He smiled. “This really hurts, you know.”
Sam raised his head as far as he could, tugging at the restraints. His glare never wavered. “You’re wrong, Merry, you’ll see.”
Merry shrugged, then turned toward the house. “FRODO-LOVE!”
Frodo Baggins appeared in the doorway. “Yes, Merry?”
“Come here.”
Frodo ran over to Merry. “What are you doing?”
Sam turned his head. “Mr. Frodo, I…”
“Frodo,” said Merry quietly. “Sam has broken the rules. He deserted you, just like everyone else in your life.”
“I never did no such thing!”
“Frodo,” Merry continued softly, his eyes never wavering from his cousin. “He hurt you and he has to be punished.”
Frodo cringed, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the bloody bar. “But…”
“No buts, Frodo.” Reaching in his pocket, Merry stepped closer to the ringbearer. He pulled out a small cracker and held it up. Frodo immediately opened his mouth and Merry fed it to him slowly.
“Thank-you, Merry,” said Frodo.
“You’re very welcome, dear. Now, I need you to do this…because you love me.” Merry put one hand on Frodo’s shoulder and the other on the back of his head, moving it forward. He then kissed his cousin sensuously on the lips. Without hesitation, Frodo opened his mouth and let Merry explore inside. His eyes were closed and his arms hung limp at his sides as Merry’s tongue devoured every inch of his mouth.
“I do love you, Merry,” Frodo whispered, after Merry had broken the kiss. “You are my only friend.”
Merry ran his hand slowly down Frodo’s cheek and around the back of his ear. “What else, love?”
Frodo opened his eyes. “You helped me to understand…things...about myself.”
“Go on.”
“That I am unworthy, that everyone has deserted me, that I am alone except for you. I am branded and you…own me. I am your whore.”
“NO!” shouted Sam.
“And who has deserted you, love?” Merry whispered intensely as he trailed his hand up to the sensitive tip of Frodo’s ear. He lingered there caressing it with great attention.
Frodo shivered with pleasure. “Everyone, Merry. My parents, your parents, Bilbo, Gandalf…”
“Who else, Frodo?”
There was a brief silence punctuated by some bird calls from the nearby woods.
“Who else, love? You remember.” Merry leaned over and kissed Frodo again. “I know you do.”
Frodo’s eyes widened and Sam could see a blankness there, the sparkle and ready intelligence he had always known were gone, the pupils merely pinpoints. He wriggled his hands against the ropes but they held fast.
“Sam,” said Frodo softly. “Even Sam deserted me and left me here to die.”
“NO!” shouted Sam. “Frodo, NO!”
“But, my sweet,” said Merry, “you’re not going to die. Your Merry loves you and will take care of you forever.”
Frodo stared at Merry and his lips curled up into a strange, crooked smile not mirrored in his eyes. “I know.”
“And you promised,” Merry traced his fingers along Frodo’s lips, “that you would obey me in all things.”
“Yes,” whispered Frodo. “In all things.”
Merry sighed. “Pippin, run into the kitchen and get us a basket.”
“Yes, Merry.” Pippin took off immediately.
Merry put his arm around Frodo and led him to Sam’s exposed back. He picked up the braided leather whip and stuck it in his waistband, then he grabbed Frodo’s weskit and pulled it off. He folded it nicely and laid it on the ground. “You get rather heated doing this, Frodo; and besides, you’ll need a full range of motion.” Merry pulled the whip out of his waistband and cracked it in the air.
Frodo stared at it, his large blue eyes growing wider and more unfocused.
“MR. FRODO!” Sam yelled, trying to twist his head around. “It’s your SAM! It’s ME!”
“Hold out your hand, Frodo,” said Merry patiently.
Frodo reached out and Merry pressed the whip into his palm, closing his fingers tightly around the handle. Frodo looked at Sam and then down at the whip.
“MR. FRODO!”
Frodo shuddered and turned to Merry with tears in his eyes. “But Merry…”
“I know best, love.” Merry leaned over and gently wiped the tears from Frodo’s eyes. “And you promised, remember?”
Frodo looked at him, the tears gone, his eyes a bit unfocused. “Yes, Merry.”
Merry smiled and tousled Frodo’s hair as he looked over his shoulder. Pippin was coming out of the house with the basket.
“Come, Pippin,” he said.
Leaving Frodo where he was, Merry walked around to face Sam, grinning at the gardener with all the sadistic pleasure in his soul. “Don’t fuck with me, Sam.”
Pippin trotted up to Merry looking nervous. He tried to smile at Sam but failed.
“Pip,” said Merry, cheerfully. “Let’s go pick some berries down by the creek. Maybe you can bake us a pie for dinner.” He took a few steps towards the woods and Pippin followed, swinging the basket nervously.
“Frodo,” Sam whispered, his voice cracking, his eyes tearing up. “Please, it’s me.”
Merry looked back over his shoulder at Frodo, who had not moved from his position behind Sam. “Twenty-five lashes, Frodo, as hard as you can lay them on. Do it for me, love.” He didn’t stop to see if his orders were obeyed but instead disappeared into the woods with his arm around Pippin.
Sam closed his eyes and held his breath.
Frodo raised his arm, swinging the whip high over his head. “Yes, Merry,” he said.
****